Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Mockingbird Hill Cottage

Praying

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This photo is of the beach we frequent when we are visiting my sister in Florida. It’s on Honeymoon Island and it’s lovely. I’ve spent many hours there with my sister and with Don.

Last night, I came home from the theater and turned on MSNBC, only to learn that Hurricane Irma has moved west and that it seemed to be on track to head up the west coast of Florida, which is, of course, where my loved ones live. There are evacuation warnings for Zones A and B, but I believe they live in Zone C. I talked to Mere yesterday via texts (this was before the change in track) and they are prepared and hunkering down.

Many years ago, I rode out a hurricane when I was visiting Mere and her husband in Tarpon Springs. Because it was off-season, it was called the No Name Storm, but it was a hurricane. It was terrifying. The damage and destruction left in its wake was indescribable.

So many are in the path of this monstrous storm and my prayers are with them. It’s all I can think about this weekend and even though I have to work and take notes and talk to the actors, my thoughts are elsewhere.

Prayers. Prayers. And more prayers.

That’s all I’ve got for you today, my friends. For those of you in Irma’s path, stay safe. Be wise. Know that the thoughts and prayers of millions are with you.

Much love,

 

 

Books, Sunsets & Late Nights

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I’m not kidding. This was what I saw when I looked out my window, minutes before leaving for the theater. Pretty gosh-darned spectacular.

There was a little rain just about to roll in, but only a little. A few drops hit me as I walked to the theater. Then it was over.

I’m sleep deprived as I’m not adjusting to this new nighttime schedule very well. I come back from the theater and I have to wind down for a while. Then I take a bath. Then I try to get to sleep.

And then I wake up at the same time I always do.

Sigh.

The show looks great. We had our first audience last night and a good time was had by all. I’ll post  a photo of the set when the theater officially posts their photos. I always wait until the ‘all clear.’

An interesting phenomenon: I keep getting new followers on Instagram who are male, middle-aged and are either private accounts or suspiciously without many photos or followers. What the ??? I block them, of course. Are they bots? (Bots on Twitter are often without many followers.) Are they fake? Are they insane? Am I on some sort of list?

I imagine this same thing must be happening to lots of women. File that under ‘bizarre.’ Fortunately, the Block Option is at my fingertips. Bye, guys!

The coffee table. I always bring far too many books with me. I’ve accepted that about myself. I panic at the thought of not having anything to read, whether it’s in an apartment on the road, in the car, or in a waiting line. Have to have backup! I’m behind on the NY Times. I’m behind on my crossword puzzles. I’m in the middle of at least three books.

Yikes.

Okay. I have to type up notes and email them to the actors. See you later.

Happy Friday.

Back At It

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Flowers. And more flowers. And a plant.

I made a quick stop yesterday at Trader Joe’s for more flowers. These will be the last of my away-from-home bouquets, as I’m only here for another 8 days or so. I arrived in a rainy Hartford. As I walked home from the dress rehearsal last night, my umbrella proved slightly inadequate for the rain that was teeming down. I was doing my best to protect my notes and my book and my phone, so I figured wet sneakers and jeans were an acceptable part of the collateral damage.

This is the transition from daytime rehearsals to night duty and I always have a bit of trouble adjusting. It will take a few days. I’m up much later than normal. And I’m missing Rachel! (Yes, I know she repeats at midnight, but I need to be getting sleepy at that point and that might not be the best show to watch in order to accomplish that.)

The show looks great. It starts preview performances tonight. There are still things to iron out and tweak and that’s what previews are for. During this time period, rehearsals go on in the afternoon with performances at night.

As I made dinner on the electric stove in this apartment – a stove that is wildly irregular in terms of temperature settings – I said a little thank you for Stella and told her I missed her. I can’t wait until I’m home for good and Stella and I can have some quality time together.

Don leaves on Sunday for NYC. I will be home later that evening after I watch the afternoon preview. I’m sure I’ll be mowing the lawn on my day off (we will have had a lot of rain) and attending to a few other things, and then I’ll head back on Tuesday for three more days. Since I have a small coaching job starting the Monday after opening, I might skip the actual opening night and head home on Friday. I have a lot to do prep-wise.

Wildfires, hurricanes; so much devastation. And all of it is frightening and very dangerous. Stay safe. Evacuate if necessary. Nothing is worth your life.

Happy Thursday.

Lambs Like to Party

Lambs Like to Party

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